‘You’

Original Poetry

It’s you.

It always has been, and always will be.

It’ll be you at two in the morning,

when all I can think about is

being consumed

by a love

greater than us.

It’ll be you at ten in the evening,

when the sun is setting

and the sky is alight

with the beauty

of nature.

Everything comes back

to you.

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